(spoken with velvet menace, over a haunting piano and creaking strings)

“Ahhh… welcome to the show.

A thousand souls enter every hour—

But only the willing descend…

Down the Funnel.”

---

(sung with a crooked smile, over slow, unsettling accordion and upright bass)

🎶 They see the sign, the flash, the flame,

A whisper stitched with your sacred name.

A taste of fear, a drop of lust—

They follow down, because they must… 🎶

---

(spoken like a wicked teacher or conman in a velvet coat)

"Awareness, my darling devils.

The curtain twitch. The glimpse in the glass.

The spark before the fire—

Before they even know they’re burning."

---

(sung sultry and slow, as if seducing the crowd while spinning illusions)

🎶 You show them dreams on silver trays,

And charm their doubts in clever ways.

They ask, “Is this salvation’s door…?”

And you just smile, and show them more. 🎶

---

(spoken low, like a whispered deal in a back alley)

"This, dear students, is where we persuade.

Not with truth, no—

But with glimmers of what they wish was true.

It’s not a lie if they want it enough…"

---

(sung with rising power and orchestra, like a twisted opera climax)

🎶 One last breath before they fall,

They press the key, they heed the call.

You take their gold, their name, their need—

You’ve planted now… the perfect seed. 🎶

---

(spoken like a preacher drunk on his own gospel)

"Decision.

Ah yes… the fall from grace.

And yet, they thank you as they go.

You did not trick them—

You simply lit the path."

---

(sung with ghostly choir behind, slow and dreamlike)

🎶 But wait, they come… and bring in more,

Like moths reborn, through your velvet door.

“Buy again,” you softly sigh—

And once again, they don’t ask why. 🎶

---

(sung with full dark orchestra, swelling and unholy)

🎶 So build your steps with charm and sin,

The funnel pulls them deep within.

From glance to grave, they fall in line—

And every soul… becomes divine. 🎶

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(spoken with a bow, cane tapping three times)

“And that, dear merchants of midnight,

Is how you sell a dream...

Even if it kills them.”

(curtain slams shut)